Married To President Novels & Stories

"You've forgotten I now work as a cook in tbe presidential mansion? Have met his six years old son a couple of times" "Oh..." Bonnie gave a meaningful nod, "That must he him. The son of the President and his vegetative fiancee, huh" "The wife of the President is a vegetable?" At once, Sam was shocked. Bonnie nodded, "Yeah, don't you know that?" Samantha shook her head because honestly, she do not know.

Right now he was confused, was it that he have always wanted her to be this tough for him to love her or what? Then he heard her say that she was married and wasn’t happy. Did she need to tell the whole world or was there something else in her mind. It sounded like she was trying to get back at him, no matter the case, he didn’t care. “Madam President, this morning there was a picture of you trending, are you really trying to seduce your ex-husband? May be it wasn’t such a bad marriage the way you are trying to paint it to the world.”

"How could I leave her without even looking at the agreement? How could I leave her behind without even knowing what she is thinking? She should be angry with me." Indeed, Greg thought so. However, seeing that the President was blaming himself like this, he added, "But since this thing has no signature, does it mean that the president and Doctor Nolan have always been in a married relationship and have never divorced?" With just one sentence, he was awoken. The man, who was still in pain because of self-blame, suddenly had a sparkle in his eyes. Then, his whole face lit up. "Yes, so she is still my wife. She has always been..."

I wanted to tell her all this, but it would be better if I shut my mouth, I don't want to get myself into trouble. “The president has a wife before, I don't know what happened to her, but she isn't dead yet, she is alive and walking, he got married to his new wife for a reason” the first one said. Wow! It's more like this president is living a life like Drake, I wonder how his first wife is doing. They must have had a divorce. I really pity her. I wish I could see her and ask how she is moving on with her life. I know the pain because I passed through it a week ago. “Really. I really pity his first wife, she is just not lucky”

“As VP, I need to see him.” “I’m sorry, Rip,” Adams says. “Not yet.” Suspicion flashes across Ripper’s face. “What are you hiding?” “I’m hiding nothing,” Adams replies evenly. “I’m following procedure.” “What procedure?” Ripper’s voice sharpens. Adams pauses. Then continue,“His old lady sees him first.” The room goes dead silent. “What?” I step forward. “What old lady? The president isn’t married.” Adams exhales slowly.“He got married yesterday,”

He asked, “Linda, do you expect me to believe that a woman I married and live with, will just slap you when you did nothing wrong?” Linda froze instantly. How could she have thought that the president would stand for her and over his wife? Her reverse-thinking brain got her into another lake of trouble.

"Why did you keep her in your place? Why did you spend so much to look for her? And why did you let her come after you in Hawaii?" A heavy weight ran over my chest when I heard him. Before I could draw out my conclusion, President Ric spelled it out for me. "While your wife was asleep, or out on her activities, you were also indulging in pleasure with another woman." Sean's color drained as he looked stunned at the president's revelation."Your woman is a bitch!" The president's stare turned lethal at Sean, its glare pierced into my core, tearing me down. He stood up abruptly, slamming a fist into the table. The glass hissed and crackled; the trace of its broken surface turned into a wide map

After everything we have been through, we deserve a good time. I dance carelessly next to my husband, we kiss, we joke and we flirt. We are just a couple in love, just like any other. If anyone saw us, they would not know we were forced to get married, or that a few days ago we despised each other. Now we are just sweet and loving.

Yet she was too timid to say that. "Give your mother my regards." He said and hung up the phone. Bella failed to ask him that question. She held her phone and sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling that she was not bold enough. "What did your president say?" Bella came out of her trance. "He asked me to give his regards to you." "Bella, is your president married yet?" The middle-aged woman sat up in bed. "He's divorced." Bella got up and got a cup of warm water for her mother.